Only so much illusion
Qualms the confusion
Borne upon
The empty soapbubbles
As they assend into skies
Where placid wlnds
Pretends
To be itself in disguise
While the sun
With deep regret
Desends into darkness
Beyond the edge of it
Which is in denial
As the cause of
Some solar implosion
Night after night
The remnants
Splatter themselves
Upon lucid skies
Immune to the horror
After so many times
No nonsense
Will be tolerated
At this somber time
When the fading light
Drags across
A pervious shroud
That somewhere
Beyond reason
Of  the mortal mind
There
Holds promises
Of superiority
Where the hopes
Of faith beyond
Dreams combined
By tiny pinpoints
Lights that ignites
Autonomous visions
Soon confined
To a Godless decision
Borne upon
Intelligent design
Where  those skies
That once inspired
Now lay mired
In that darkness
Beyond
That edge where.
The sun goes to die
To be born again
rising from the east
Yet there seems
To be no regret
That modern being
Bathed in eternal light
See no GOD in darkness
Those skies that lit faith
Hold less mystery
When faith
Is bound to earth
And only so much illusion
Qualms the confusion
Of those not borne
Away on those
Faith filled soapbubbles
Ascending
To anywhere beyond
The intelligent design
Of manmade darkness
Where
No true light
Is now allowed to shine

Beyond the shining surface
Of any worthwhile endeavor
Lay the here and now we allow
A past we struggle to drag along or sever

For there with each turning page
Accumulates and demonstrates
A need for an infinate coming of age
Or tatters shredded and scattered by fortunes
  or misfortune of the fates we seek to engage

Built upon the ancient ruins entwines
The once shining examples of progress
As layer upon layer of those literal designs
Where thoughts are seeds run through the press
       To become orphan dreams  or deemed success

In solitude and volunteeraly those who suffer
Through the constant battle of doubts ebb and flow
Laying down our lives with each ream as a buffer
To the insecurities constant nipping and ripping apart
    Every letter ,word ,page and chapter line after line in tow

Is that dream we seem to cling to where the world
That sometimes looks beyond that very same glossy surface
We gave so much of ourselves to create that to be sure in reflection
We see more than just a cover and to know beyond are the words
    We gave life to hoping it gives our time struggle and pain a purpose

Not to be glossed over!!!!

Long past
That
Time to dispell
Chronocolonization
Of a complication
That
Rose up in
My generation

I'm not toten
This
Frickin weight
No more
Gonna knock it..,
DOWN
STOMP IT
Into the ground
And then...
When
I am finished
Sweep it out
The door

It was a ......
MADgical time
As ...we...re re..
Realized
That life
Could be ...
....a ....
Box of ******* jacks
If WE WERE
Willing
To forget the prize

Seeking out lives
WITHOUT
all those comp
Complications
WE WERE ...
the ....
drop out
and TUNE in
generation
Me and that dial
Spun with ....
FREQUENCY
I just
never
found the station

But I more than
Earned
What I learned
So ...as far as
I am -
and ever will be
CONCERNED
It would be
A far far
Different
WORLD....now
Were the tables
Not turned

I can
I can look back
Past
time-worn decades
shuffle those
torn ,tatteered and ...
dog-eared cards
play that hand
before it fades

Smiling
as it goes by
In ...
Psychedelic parade

MAYBE ....
maybe that dream
that seemed ...to be
WAS...just
passion of youth
and pure fantasy
As just the hope ..
and honesty of
Totally effected me

So no
I will not...
smash and sweep
There is
good and bad
In all memories
We KEEP
SO....
someday...I may
Take a faithful
That faithful leap

As I try
To find
A means
Amends to convey
That ...
WE WERE NOT
rebelling against you
Our parents ...in any way!

The fact is
WE heard you
speaking
to each other
or friends
In hushed tones
When
WE WERE
Toddlers to TEENS
About how YOU
THE GREATEST GENERATION
came home to be
Pushed and torn
between
Your dignity and
The new AMERICAN
reality
As the rise
Up
Of the...Military
Industrial machine

You did not
Know
What you were
Part of....
THEN

COGS in the disease
That new cognitive insolence
Of RICH and greed
driven men

We've gone a long way
To be still mired
In that same ...
...nightmare

WE may have had
Some
Instinctual vision
Of the pressure
Induced
That must ...have
Left you confused
as you were forced
to make us leave
And in silence you
Had to grieve

And though time
Did mellow all pain
As we sought out
a reprieve

And now though
it must be said
WE
must have felt
the words
As well as
Heard your pain

To go
from the greatest

The greatest generation
To become
The next wars slaves
Confused
Not sure what to do
So WE WERE
Your voice ,your rebellion
We were inspired
To stand up
the way you wanted to

YOU gave us life ....
WE gave you voice !!

So often
Words are tossed around
Like laundry in a basket
So nonchalant
That when concise information is needed
Many find themselves inadequate
In the ability to ask it

Quit making me laugh ...
... you're killing me
I laughed so hard I almost died
I smile through the pain
Funny as a heart attack

And yet we hear it said
That laughter is the best medicine
If that is really true
And I believe it to be
Then a cure-all exists
That is virtually free
Shall it prove to be true
As the old adage has prescribed
Here you go - let's all do a smile
Overdose ourselves on laughter
And I hope we all
Everyone
Gets totally addicted

Reflecting on the reflections
That's seen and that which we avoid seeing
In Fierce mother like protection
For birth has Universal attractions
Yet we seem to seek out the narrow construct
And our in human ability to find ways to be replete
Fain non responsible- someone else will
Crap I will not yield .....until all truth has been revealed
My feelings are unequivocally in need of a way to vent
As I seek a way to balance ...my anger...that still
Remains plyable - up to this point as is my intent
But we all need to treat EARTH as a suckling babe
In need of love - respect and like us
To know someone really cares
For that is life
That is life's perfect sustenence

The measure of time

An insatiable thirst
Quenched
By the flickering flames of change
As constant darkness
Opens up
To expose
The smiling faces........ arranged
In a ragged circle
As transmutation will
Click a quick tick
Time sets forth a measurement
And right then
Measurement becomes relevant
And the wall
Still and silent now
As it settles into the new place
Having moved backward......
Giving human spirit
A little more space
Nobody knew it right then
But space
Just got bent ..for the very first time
---------And GOD smiled---------
Coal carried the flame forward
Far beyond
Its original role
Iron became harder to tame
As they blend and bend
Creating and celebrating
The birth
Of the very first tool
And the wall slid back
Exposing a gap
In the continuum
As well as a broken chain
So GOD stepped in
Taking a chain in each hand
As to cover the span
Linking the past to the present
Creating a future
Where history will be amassed
To be categorized
Analized
Sorted and filed
And GOD held it all together
-------And again GOD smiled-------
That smile
Must have been
MAJESTIC
As he watched the intrepid airmen
Sail off the dune and fly toward the ocean
Taking a leap and an unfathomable chance
HE may have laughed
As the slapstick unfolded
The two brothers laughing and whooping
As each does their version
Of a happy dance
To a whole new future -- to be
That they alone
Had the ability to see
It did change quite magically
Unfolding like a roadmap
Inspiring technology
With each turn of the page
No smile could have been present
As fat man lumbered in
And little boy followed
Not too long after
And that guaranteed
The absence of smiles
-------The suppression of laughter------
Tragic
Still
The wall slid backwards
By more than the QUOTA
The pattern expected
Considering the folly of man
Whose intelligence suddenly
Accelerating so rapidly
That bit by bit
Humanity split
Religiously
Using a crutch
Saying its all just
Too much
"If GOD wanted man to fly
He would have given us wings"
As others decry
"You spit in the eye
of He who gave us the gift
of creativity
Intelligence and tenacity---
--maybe a bit of bombastity
All fathers want their children
To excel
So shouldn't that be true
For GODS children as well?
That wall is not to be breached
Circumnavigated
Undermined or climbed
We will never realize
The height necessary
To rise above the lofty wall
To see the sacred sights
Where GOD delights
In teasing us
Bit by bit
Inch by inch
Allowing us
To push the wall forward
Encouraging us to learn as we grow
As you know
We would have never  moved forward
Beyond the doubts of those
Who say that we're playing GOD
Then burying their heads in the sand
Dooming us to crawl
Instead of proudly walking tall
If GOD didn't encourage his children
By stepping back
And smiling upon us
As we seek to find wisdom
Just as we need it
We take pride in pushing ahead
As if we somehow
Actually did
It on our own
Managing to move that wall
----And that has to give
GOD
The biggest laugh of all.

Bottled up in the brown liquid
Is the life dreamed but never led
Drenched in the sweat of fitful nightmares
Opposing forces converging to play musical chairs
Fighting over the last seat on the crowded bus
Inside a  mind where I find I ride with no idea where it's taking us